Untitled: Teaser
I have no idea how I uploaded only thirteen words^^;; The only thing was there when I checked on it, after I uploaded it. Oh well. Thank you to Tenshi no Nozomi and Final-Fan for pointing this problem out to me.^^
Okay at the moment I'm in what you could say a bad mood. So I'm trying to cheer myself up because my family at the moment is angst central, so they're no help. I really mean it. ^^;; Since I don't have anything else finished, I thought I posted this teaser and see what I get. Anyways this is a new idea of mine that will be a multi-crossover(I hope) and is the result of too much translated manga scans.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters.
She was born of light. Made of magic.
The Nine Pillars created her as the successor of the throne.
Morgana herself, gave her the crown of the isle known as Avalon.
Serenity was created to be alone. To be untouched by the complexes of love in all it's forms.
He intended for her to be his... alone...
************
Present Day
She didn't want to go home...
As other children bounded off towards the house, eager for an afternoon treat. She didn't budged. If she didn't get off, she'd be safe. She would be taken back to the small school. No body could hurt her with the walls of the public building. If only her mother and brother could go with her...
"Usagi-chan?"
Usagi turned to face the worried face bus driver. If she asked to stay, would the driver let her? "H-hai?"
The driver looked at the jumpy little girl. Her hands gripped the wheel tighter, as she saw the fear etched in those big blue eyes. It was a look that shouldn't be in the eyes a five year old. "Are you okay?"
"H-hai."
"Are your parents home? If not I can drop you off later..."
"H-honto?" The desperate look in the child eyes was enough for the driver. She moved to close the door as a large tan hand appeared holding the folded doors in place. Usagi trembled at the sight of the familiar figure. "P-papa...."
He didn't look like a man that could sire a golden child like Usagi. The little girl was like a beautiful porcelain doll made of gold , ivory, silk and sapphire. This man was not. He was sinisterly handsome, almost as though he was part of the darkness. Perhaps the only resembling features was the eyes. A deep sapphire blue like Usagi's. A deep blue that promised retribution. "Your okaasan is waiting."
He held out his hand, waiting impatiently for the child. Usagi looked back at the driver, with such a heart wrenching look that tempted the women to whisk the girl off to safety. Before the driver could react, Usagi had placed her hand in her father's hand as she carefully stepped off the last step.
The driver watched the little girl, dreading filling her body. She knew that, this would be last day that she would see the child...
*****
Wings of gossamer...
Eyes of gems...
Hair of sunlight
Skin of moonlight...
A heart of kindness...
Serenity as a whole.
*****
She didn't want to go inside.
Usagi tried to lag behind, but that he only caused her father to tighten his grip on her small hand. All too soon, she was trying to keep up with his long legged pace. His grip didn't lessen one bit. Usagi bit her lip, to keep from complaining. For as long as she could remember her father hated complaints.
"Dakei, you are hurting her." A soft elegant voice drifted down the drive way, "Usagi is only a child..."
Dakei paused, causing Usagi to trip from the sudden stop. Tears filled her eyes as the concrete dugged into her skin. A hand tilted up her chin, and Usagi found herself looking up at her father. To anyone else looking, he had all the pretenses of a caring father checking on his fallen child. Usagi knew better, as she kept her gaze on the ground. "Usagi, look at me."
She was quick to obey. "Was I hurting you?"
"N-no, papa." Usagi trembled, "Y-you never hurt me..."
A light smirk grazed his lips, as he picked up her small trembling form. Usagi wanted to scramble out of his arms and into the safety of her mother's. Gently, he petted her golden hair as he entered his home. Usagi watched as her mother hurriedly closed the door.
In a blink of an eye, his hand was wrapped about her mother's neck. Usagi, sobbing watched helplessly as her mother was slammed into the front door. "S-s-stop...S-stop...."
she cried.
Dakei looked in disdain at his silver haired wife as she gasped for breath. "See, what you did, Shiori?" He questioned causally, "You made her cry. She was not meant to cry..."
In the playpen, the little toddler began to cry. He scowled, quickly setting Usagi down he moved to the playpen. Like a shot Usagi was in her mother's arms, crying. "S-s-o..orry..." she sobbed.
"Sshh...it's okay." The older women soothed picking up the child to check on her little boy. Shiori stopped in her tracks losing her grip on Usagi so that the child slide from her grasp and onto the floor, "LET HIM GO!!! LET MY BABY GO!!!!!"
Like a ragdoll, the eighteen month old was being violently shaken with hands wrapped about his tiny neck. Shiori rushed forward to grab the toddler, only to be roughly shoved aside and into the fireplace.
"Don't you understand that only Sere- FUCK!!!!"
Dakei was unable to finish, as tiny little teeth sank into his flesh. Forgetting his intent to get rid of the boy child, he released the baby who by all miracles was still alive and crying in pain. Before he never harmed Usagi, never laid a hand on her...for she was the one... Grabbing her by the front of her school issued jacket, he spoke." Brat, you are..."
She didn't know how it was done, but she was in her mother's arms along with her brother. Next to Shiori, a metal poker fell to the ground. With a swift blow to the head, the man she loved was out cold, while her children cried in her arms. Something told her to run, that she didn't have much time...
She need to get them away...
They need to run...
*****
Coveted.
That was what she was...
So many loved her...
Perhaps some felt something stronger of the successor.
Even if she did not understand. Serenity saw nothing beyond friendship and kindness.
He knew that, and did not care.
This was high treason.
But Serenity was the only one that mattered.
I have no idea how I uploaded only thirteen words^^;; The only thing was there when I checked on it, after I uploaded it. Oh well. Thank you to Tenshi no Nozomi and Final-Fan for pointing this problem out to me.^^
Okay at the moment I'm in what you could say a bad mood. So I'm trying to cheer myself up because my family at the moment is angst central, so they're no help. I really mean it. ^^;; Since I don't have anything else finished, I thought I posted this teaser and see what I get. Anyways this is a new idea of mine that will be a multi-crossover(I hope) and is the result of too much translated manga scans.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters.
She was born of light. Made of magic.
The Nine Pillars created her as the successor of the throne.
Morgana herself, gave her the crown of the isle known as Avalon.
Serenity was created to be alone. To be untouched by the complexes of love in all it's forms.
He intended for her to be his... alone...
************
Present Day
She didn't want to go home...
As other children bounded off towards the house, eager for an afternoon treat. She didn't budged. If she didn't get off, she'd be safe. She would be taken back to the small school. No body could hurt her with the walls of the public building. If only her mother and brother could go with her...
"Usagi-chan?"
Usagi turned to face the worried face bus driver. If she asked to stay, would the driver let her? "H-hai?"
The driver looked at the jumpy little girl. Her hands gripped the wheel tighter, as she saw the fear etched in those big blue eyes. It was a look that shouldn't be in the eyes a five year old. "Are you okay?"
"H-hai."
"Are your parents home? If not I can drop you off later..."
"H-honto?" The desperate look in the child eyes was enough for the driver. She moved to close the door as a large tan hand appeared holding the folded doors in place. Usagi trembled at the sight of the familiar figure. "P-papa...."
He didn't look like a man that could sire a golden child like Usagi. The little girl was like a beautiful porcelain doll made of gold , ivory, silk and sapphire. This man was not. He was sinisterly handsome, almost as though he was part of the darkness. Perhaps the only resembling features was the eyes. A deep sapphire blue like Usagi's. A deep blue that promised retribution. "Your okaasan is waiting."
He held out his hand, waiting impatiently for the child. Usagi looked back at the driver, with such a heart wrenching look that tempted the women to whisk the girl off to safety. Before the driver could react, Usagi had placed her hand in her father's hand as she carefully stepped off the last step.
The driver watched the little girl, dreading filling her body. She knew that, this would be last day that she would see the child...
*****
Wings of gossamer...
Eyes of gems...
Hair of sunlight
Skin of moonlight...
A heart of kindness...
Serenity as a whole.
*****
She didn't want to go inside.
Usagi tried to lag behind, but that he only caused her father to tighten his grip on her small hand. All too soon, she was trying to keep up with his long legged pace. His grip didn't lessen one bit. Usagi bit her lip, to keep from complaining. For as long as she could remember her father hated complaints.
"Dakei, you are hurting her." A soft elegant voice drifted down the drive way, "Usagi is only a child..."
Dakei paused, causing Usagi to trip from the sudden stop. Tears filled her eyes as the concrete dugged into her skin. A hand tilted up her chin, and Usagi found herself looking up at her father. To anyone else looking, he had all the pretenses of a caring father checking on his fallen child. Usagi knew better, as she kept her gaze on the ground. "Usagi, look at me."
She was quick to obey. "Was I hurting you?"
"N-no, papa." Usagi trembled, "Y-you never hurt me..."
A light smirk grazed his lips, as he picked up her small trembling form. Usagi wanted to scramble out of his arms and into the safety of her mother's. Gently, he petted her golden hair as he entered his home. Usagi watched as her mother hurriedly closed the door.
In a blink of an eye, his hand was wrapped about her mother's neck. Usagi, sobbing watched helplessly as her mother was slammed into the front door. "S-s-stop...S-stop...."
she cried.
Dakei looked in disdain at his silver haired wife as she gasped for breath. "See, what you did, Shiori?" He questioned causally, "You made her cry. She was not meant to cry..."
In the playpen, the little toddler began to cry. He scowled, quickly setting Usagi down he moved to the playpen. Like a shot Usagi was in her mother's arms, crying. "S-s-o..orry..." she sobbed.
"Sshh...it's okay." The older women soothed picking up the child to check on her little boy. Shiori stopped in her tracks losing her grip on Usagi so that the child slide from her grasp and onto the floor, "LET HIM GO!!! LET MY BABY GO!!!!!"
Like a ragdoll, the eighteen month old was being violently shaken with hands wrapped about his tiny neck. Shiori rushed forward to grab the toddler, only to be roughly shoved aside and into the fireplace.
"Don't you understand that only Sere- FUCK!!!!"
Dakei was unable to finish, as tiny little teeth sank into his flesh. Forgetting his intent to get rid of the boy child, he released the baby who by all miracles was still alive and crying in pain. Before he never harmed Usagi, never laid a hand on her...for she was the one... Grabbing her by the front of her school issued jacket, he spoke." Brat, you are..."
She didn't know how it was done, but she was in her mother's arms along with her brother. Next to Shiori, a metal poker fell to the ground. With a swift blow to the head, the man she loved was out cold, while her children cried in her arms. Something told her to run, that she didn't have much time...
She need to get them away...
They need to run...
*****
Coveted.
That was what she was...
So many loved her...
Perhaps some felt something stronger of the successor.
Even if she did not understand. Serenity saw nothing beyond friendship and kindness.
He knew that, and did not care.
This was high treason.
But Serenity was the only one that mattered.